i used to tell everyone the analogy that i was a broken vase- if you have a glass vase and it keeps falling off a table, it keeps getting cracked and eventually is broken beyond repair. i was convinced i was that vase and that i could no longer be fixed, and that anyone who said otherwise was lying or just trying to make me feel better. i was a broken vase, a broken toy, a puzzle missing pieces. no matter what anyone told me, it never mattered, no one could change my mind. i listened to people's words but they couldn't change what i thought. i am a stubborn person.

i know now i'm not an object. i may feel like an object sometimes but i'm human and you can't compare people to objects. people are people and i realized that my analogy was faulty and wrong. i had to realize that on my own time. i know my words won't change your way of thinking but no good person sees you as an object. there are still plenty of times i tell myself i am that broken vase and nothing will mend me, and when i think that, no one's words will budge my way of thinking, until i realize again on my own time i am wrong. i will never be perfect but i can get better. i am a human, i have survived this much and i'm resiliant. i'm not an object, so i can heal.